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When I was done, I pulled Hastings up by her hair, and she was woozy with unspent lust. She had some cum coating her bottom lip, so I took my thumb, wiped it clean, then stuffed it between her lips. Her eyes lidded, she sucked my thumb clean.
Never claiming to be a romantic, I said the first thing that came to my mind. “Let me cum on your face, Hastings.” She let out a deep, desperate whimper, and I knew she was game. “Let me cover that perfect fucking face of yours.”
“Saxton…” she moaned breathlessly.
“Let me cover you,” I said again. “Let me mark you.”
“You’ve already marked me,” she whispered.
“Not even close,” I growled before lifting her and wrapping her legs around my waist. Because I didn’t think I could make it all the way to the bedroom, I walked us towards the couch, then tossed her over the armrest, that plump, juicy, die-for ass up in the air.
“Fuck, I love your ass,” I muttered as my hands grabbed both cheeks and just played with them. “It’s so fucking sexy.”
“Saxton, please,” she begged, and all it did was fire me up more.
“Are you ever going to leave my fucking bed again?” I asked, my thumbs spreading her pussy lips apart for my pleasured viewing.
“No,” she rasped out quickly. “Never.”
Deciding to reward her for that right answer, I dropped onto my haunches, then slid my tongue through her pussy lips, savoring her unique flavor. It felt like starbursts on my tongue, and I never understood men who didn’t eat pussy. How could you not want to feast on your girl’s most treasured secrets? Hastings whimpers and moans were enough to make me want to live down here.
Burying my face in her pussy, I licked at her cream like a man who’s gone days without nourishment. While I’d done my best to calm down before approaching Hastings about her disappearing act, I couldn’t deny that I’d missed her, too. She’s gotten under my skin, and there was no getting her out. I knew that now.
Soon, Hastings’ body was locking up, and her moans could be heard, even though she had her face stuff in one of the couch cushions. I pulled back and watched her body contract while cream leaked out of her pussy.
“Beautiful,” I whispered to myself.
Propping herself up on her hands, Hastings demands were clear. “Saxton, please,” she panted. “I can’t wait anymore.”
Neither could I.
I stood up, got rid of my jeans and underwear, then lined my cock up with her pussy. I rubbed the head of my dick against her folds, then asked the most important question of my life. “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she cried out, frustrated and desperate.
I slammed home without a condom and nearly lost my mind.
